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Saturday, February 23, 2019

Step Up With Me by Kris Jacen - Release Blitz with Giveaway



Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | MLR Press

Length: 45,000 words approx.

Publisher: MLR Press

With Me Series

Book #1 - Wait For Me - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 - Explore With Me - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #3 - Learn With Me - Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #4 - Challenge Me - Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb

Richard “Tank” Martin was a big boy from the start. Born weighing over 11 pounds, he didn’t stop growing. When he was in middle school, a football coach took him under his wing and finally explained to him the mystery of calories in, calories out and from then on it was all good for him. At least he thought. Being called to meet with his platoon sergeant and told that he was now part of the Army’s overweight program, sent him into a spin that only his crews can help him out of.

Dr. Jack Dillon thought his life was good and finally settled. Part of an active veterinarian practice, volunteering with a service dog organization, spoiling his sister’s triplets and training in sports jui-jitsu…the only this missing was a partner. He never thought that his world could be shattered with just a phone call even after being around his military friends.

Tank and Jack have been dancing around each other for months until Tank takes a chance and kisses Jack at their friends’ wedding moving their slow dance into a heated bump and grind. Can these two survive the changes coming their ways together or will all the changes break them apart?

About the Author

Kris Jacen grew up just north of Boston, Massachusetts, met her soldier in high school but didn’t marry him until almost ten years later. She moved around with him and their daughters (born in two different states thanks to the Army) for the first 19 years of their marriage (they celebrated their silver anniversary in 2018) before settling in western New York.

She has been the Editor in Chief and Formatting Director for ManLoveRomance Press and its imprints since January of 2008 and has never looked back. Working with the amazing authors at MLR has allowed her to both hone her editorial skills and indulge her inner fangirl. She also acts as editor, mentor and sounding-board for newcomers which lets her “pay-it-forward” and help authors realize their dreams.

You can find out more about Kris on her website www.krisjacen.com.



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Thursday, November 29, 2018

Killian by TN Tarrant - Blog Tour with Author Q&A, Excerpt and Giveaway


Title: Killian
Series: : Whispers From a Hidden World, Book 1
Author: TN Tarrant
Publisher: MLR Press
Release Date: 26 Oct. 2018
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 76,065
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Science Fiction

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Synopsis

Regent Killian Larrestes survived a harrowing attack and the betrayal of his family by his mother, and has since worked to help them all recover, learning the complexities of protecting and commanding a large, sprawling Clan.

Shiloh Zahirris is seeking Sanctuary from a marriage he doesn't want when he ends up under the protection of Killian Larrestes. Killian takes him in, and they find themselves falling in love. But will social objections, personal insecurities, and someone seeking revenge destroy their chance at happiness?

Excerpt


His mother, Janet Larrestes, stood up behind her desk, with a surprised look on her face, when he and his father came in. “Killian, what happened? Were you attacked?”

He nodded grimly. “Yes, Senki, I have been, but I fought back well enough to escape Anan.”
“Anan?” Janet’s expression was puzzled. She shook her head. “I don’t understand. Are you saying Anan attacked you?”

Killian nodded as his father put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Yes, Senki, Anan attacked me. She attempted to rape me, Senki.”

“Surely there must be some mistake, Killian. Anan is your fiancée. This marriage has been arranged for a year now. I thought the two of you liked each other.” Janet sat down again, not even bothering to ask how bad his injuries were.

Killian nodded again. “I thought so, too, Senki. I mean, I liked her. She has always acted properly, even if I haven’t always liked the way she treats me. But this is different. This isn’t a misunderstanding of two people needing to learn how to deal with each other. She tried to rape me. I had to walk home from the park in the square because I wasn’t getting back into that car. Who knows what she would have done then? I had to slash her face with my dagger to get her off of me long enough to get away.” His knee really hurt, but his mother had not given him leave to sit. His father had taken the first aid kit out and had busily began to clean Killian’s face, and carefully removed Killian’s shirt to look at his shoulder.

“Janet, this wound on his shoulder needs stitching,” David Larrestes told his wife softly, as he gently checked the wound. Killian hissed and barely managed not to say every cuss word he knew.

“That can wait until we settle this.” She picked up the phone. “I’m calling Anan here. We’re going to sort this out.”

“Can I at least take the boy to get him cleaned up and dressed properly?” David asked, silently warning his son to be silent. Killian obeyed, giving his mother a respectful look. She was a good woman, but a bit of a martinet.

Janet held her hand up for silence. She spoke briefly on the phone, ordering Anan and her mother to come to the house to sort out this obvious misunderstanding. A cold chill went through Killian as he listened to those words. Surely, his mother believed him, didn’t she?

Janet hung the phone up and looked at her husband and son. “Anan is getting her face stitched up. Apparently, you’ve done some damage to your fiancée.” She spoke sourly.

“Good, maybe she’ll learn that no means no,” Killian said. “There’s no misunderstanding, Senki. On my honor, I promise you. She attempted to rape me. I ran as soon as I was able to get away, and the only way I could make her let me go was to use my dagger.”

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If you could sequester yourself for a week somewhere and just focus on your writing, where would you go and what would the environment be like?

I think I’d have to just stay home in the house… I mean, if I went somewhere else, I’d want to check out the sights, not sit and just write…  Maybe outside in a park? With a full battery and nice weather.

What's the one thing, you can't live without?

Books.  Gotta have books.  Lots and lots of books.

What internet site do you surf to the most?

Probably Youtube and few adult sites.  After all, I’m only one person, I can’t try out everything I might write to see if it’s actually possible… lol.

If you had your own talk show, who would your first three author guests be and why?

OOOHhhh… another hard to prioritize one… I’d love to have been able to talk to Anne McAffrey.  Moreta was one of the first characters I ever read that showed a woman actually taking command and not only was it not weird, it was normal.  It was the sacrifice she made that was extraordinary, not that she, a woman, was a leader. Piers Anthony, if only to look silly asking exactly how much time he spent finding a gazillion puns for Xanth.  And Dr. Neil DeGrasse Tyson.  Because astrophysics can be fun, even if you don’t understand the math.

When you got your very first manuscript acceptance letter, what was your initial reaction and who was the first person you told?

Stunned shock and the first person I told was my daughter.  Well, actually she got incoherent squealing first, for a few minutes, before she could get intelligible words from me, lol.  And then we went out to our favorite Mexican restaurant to celebrate.  Which, oddly enough, is what I did with my first rejection letter, which came before the first acceptance, from the same publisher. I felt I should celebrate that too, since I’d actually subbed something, even if it didn’t get accepted.  ’Cause guess what?  I subbed several stories at once that first time, and while it may have been rejected at the time… one of those stories is my newest release, Killian, Whispers From a Hidden World, Book 1.

Just because a story isn’t ready yet, doesn’t mean it won’t find its right time and place later.





Meet the Author

TN Tarrant is a hard-working single mom living in the wilds of Wyoming, who enjoys embarrassing her child with bright red lipstick prints to the forehead. When she isn't embarrassing her child, or hunting, killing and dragging groceries home through the snow, she loves to write romantic stories with hot lovers. She suffers from a love of extremely bad jokes and has a tendency to inflict them on innocent bystanders. She has recently been accused of developing an unhealthy yarn addiction, merely because she has bought enough of the stuff to start her own store. She notes that this does not keep her child and others from enjoying the products of that yarn addiction in the form of scarves and blankets. Other issues facing this poor soul are the continuing threats of books and nail polish overtaking the entire household and burying her amongst themselves. We won’t get into her child’s rocks…

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Friday, October 6, 2017

Picture Winter by Amy Aislin - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway



Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Cover Design: Melody Pond

Publisher: MLR Press

Length: 47,000 words approx.

Blurb

Do something new today.

Why he looks at his horoscope every day, Elias Hood doesn't know. It's all garbage, and no nickel fortune ever helped him climb all the way up the corporate ladder. He's about to make Vice President. Rocking the boat with "something new" is the last thing on his mind.

But there's this guy.

Ty Green can make friends with a tree and Elias can't help falling for his easy-going vibe and his perfect smile. He's a fellow Capricorn, like Elias, but that's as far as their similarities go. Ty works to live--he doesn't live to work. When Elias takes his horoscope's advice and asks Ty out, both men are in for a shock. But as Elias's walls start to come down, they might just realize that they have more in common than they think. In fact, they might even want the exact same thing.

Who knows? Maybe horoscopes aren't just trash after all.


Excerpt

Two hours later, they hit first a chain grocery store in Guelph, Ty didn't even have milk to go with his one cereal box, then a small cafe where they had a late brunch.

'Did you know a banana is actually a berry?' Ty asked.

Elias looked at him, wondering what brought on that particular point of conversation.

'Says so right here.' Ty slid his paper placemat, full of random food facts and pictures, closer to Elias. Elias's placemat had a fill-in-the-dots drawing, a tiny crossword, a word scrambler, a maze, and a spot-the-difference challenge.Clearly the universe was playing a cosmic joke. He'd ended up with the children's placemat irrespective of the eighteen-year-old lookalike sitting across from him.

'So, it's really a bananaberry?' Elias asked.

For some reason Ty thought that was hilarious. After dropping the groceries off at Ty's, they headed to the Starkey Hill Interpretive Trail for some snowshoeing. Of course it took Ty all of five seconds to find his snowshoes and poles, and yet the lube and condoms were still MIA.

But that was fine. They'd stocked up at the store.

Elias brought his camera. It went everywhere with him anyway, but he'd been an idiot yesterday, leaving it in his car all day and then overnight in the cold. He was damn lucky it had turned on this morning.

Landscape and wildlife photography were his passions, but he found himself distracted today by Ty's perfect face. Even in his ugly, poofy snowman coat he looked good enough to pounce on. He looked like a graceful angel on his snowshoes. By contrast Elias felt like an unbalanced bear. He kept forgetting to widen his stance so that he didn't step on his snowshoe frame with the other foot.

'What are you doing?'

Elias was on his back in the snow, camera held up to his face as he focused on a blue jay in a leafless tree above him. From below like this, it'd be a really cool shot, the bird's blue feathers stark against the dull brown tree branches. He could probably submit the photo to CanadaBirds, a sister magazine of CanadaTravels, for consideration. Zooming his lens accordingly and adjusting his manual settings, he tried to keep very still so the bird didn't get scared and take off. He wanted a bit of a blurry background so he set his f-stop to.

A nose pinked from the cold appeared in his viewfinder. He was so surprised he hit the shutter-release by accident. And when he saw the image that appeared on his monitor, he couldn't help but chuckle, sending the blue jay scurrying off.

'Whatís so funny?'

Elias turned the camera to show Ty. Ty peered at it, squinted, and said, 'I look hot.'

It was a picture of his left nostril and part of his eye. Elias kept laughing.

'Here, take a better one,' Ty said and plopped down in the snow next to Elias.

'Oh, no,' Elias said. 'I don't really get in front of the cam.'

Ty had the picture taken before Elias could finish his sentence. Except none of the settings had been adjusted, so instead of a selfie of the two of them, Elias had a blurry picture of what might have been his own beard or could've been the tree trunk behind them.

Ty cracked up.

Elias took a picture of him like that, head thrown back, eyes half-closed, mouth wide, teeth glistening bright as the snow that was also stuck in his hair now. That way heíd have this moment forever and could always look back on it and remember how good it felt to be in that first honeymoon phase of dating someone who felt about Elias the same way Elias felt about him, when everything was wonderful and new and fun.

That carefree laughter was the best kind of kick in the gut. Without thinking twice about it, he moved in on Ty and kissed his still laughing mouth. Ty was still chuckling as he kissed Elias back, mouth cold, tongue warm. It took hardly any prompting from Elias for Ty to roll himself on top of him but Ty's coat was so slick that he landed on Elias and then slipped off him, landing on Elias's other side, which only made him laugh harder. His good mood was contagious, and Elias laughed with him until the snow started soaking into his jeans.

'Come on, you goof,' Elias said, getting up with difficulty. Stupid snowshoes. 'Let's head back so we can get out of this cold.'

The wind chill was supposed to drop again overnight, and they could already feel it even though sunset was still three hours away.

'Let's go winter camping,' Ty said, standing much more nimbly.

'What, now?' Never happen.

'No, not now.' Ty headed back onto the trail, in the direction they'd come from. Elias followed. 'Next weekend?'

'You have a birthday party next weekend,' Elias reminded him, eyes on his feet so he didn't trip himself up again. 'Plus,' he continued, so that Ty didn't think he was angling for an invite, 'I hate to break it to you...but I don't camp in winter.'

'Awww, but I wanna go camping with you.'

'Well, I wanna fuck you silly, so let's go do that instead.'

For the first time since they started snowshoeing an hour and a half ago, Ty fell flat on his face.

Author Bio

Amy started writing on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class was forced to stay inside for recess. Tales of adventures with her classmates quickly morphed into tales of adventures with the characters in her head. Based in the suburbs of Toronto, Amy is a marketer at a large environmental non-profit in Toronto by day, and a writer by night. Book enthusiast, animal lover and (very) amateur photographer, Amy's interests are many and varied, including travelling, astronomy, ecology, and baking.

Amy loves connecting with readers! You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Tumblr, and Twitter or sign up for her infrequent newsletter at www.amyaislin.com/signup


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Friday, August 4, 2017

As Big As The Sky by Amy Aislin - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway



Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK 

Length: 37,000 words

Publisher: MLR Press

Blurb

Sam wants nothing to do with his irresponsible, sarcastic neighbor...or does he?
Sam McAuley is having a rough start to the summer: Not only is he being sued, but the new guy running the animal rehabilitation center next door has no idea what he's doing and his runaway chickens constantly end up in Sam's pristine yard.

Everything is temporary for Bo Novak. For as long as he can remember, it's been one town to the next, one school to the next, one job to the next. Even his current job, running his sister's animal rehab center while she's away on a four-month leave, is temporary. And he does know what he's doing, thank you very much. Sure, things don't always run smoothly, but the stick-in-the-mud next door could be a little nicer about it.

One overheard conversation, an olive branch, and a baseball game might show these guys that being at odds isnít really what they want, and that what they want might just be each other.


Excerpt


Argh! Bo kicked his closed front door. That...that man. Every five frickin’ minutes he was up in Bo’s face about something.

I’m trying to work, Bo. Can you get the dogs to stop barking? Why is the goat making weird noises?

How did your chicken get into my yard?

What’s that smell?

Fix your side of the fence. 


Bo had fixed his side of the fence, damn it, so it wasn’t his fault the chicken was still getting into Sam’s yard. If anything, it was Sam’s side that needed to be fixed. But did Sam give him a chance to say his piece? Nooooo. Mr. I’m So Cool With My Muscles And Tallness And Swanky Haircut wouldn’t get off his pedestal long enough for Bo to defend himself.

Not that Bo was envious of those muscles or that tallness or that swanky haircut that was on the redder side of strawberry blond. He was perfectly fine with his own five foot seven height and his messy ‘do. Tallness was overrated anyway. And he had his own muscles. Arm muscles, anyway. The little pudge on his belly left a lot to be desired.

Stupid cookies.

But whatever. Arm muscles were all he needed to catch a guy’s attention at the clubs and bars. By the time the guy realized Bo wasn’t so muscly all over, they were already in each other’s pants and that little detail no longer mattered.

Bring on the cookies.

Shaking his head at himself, he headed out back to the shed and grabbed a thicker pair of gloves and some chicken feed. He inspected his side of the fence—just in case he was mistaken. Which he wasn’t, thank you very much. Grunting in satisfaction, he left his backyard via the gate and cut through the path in the hedges between his and Sam’s front yards. After unlatching the gate to Sam’s backyard, he followed the sounds of clucking chicken to a wildflower garden along the back fence. Along with some kind of leafy tree and a couple of shrubs, there were bursts of yellow, purple, and pink flowers in the garden that Bo couldn’t name to save his life.

Of course it was that chicken. The brown one with the lone white feather along its back. The instigator of the group. The one that riled up the other chickens and always seemed to find a way out of the chicken coop. The one who’d pecked Bo’s hands raw the first time Bo tried to pick him up. That’s where his new extra-thick gloves came in.

He slipped them on then scattered some chicken feed. Bait the chicken and then grab it from behind, the YouTube tutorial he’d watched a couple weeks ago had said. Bo had become somewhat of a chicken corralling expert in the past couple of weeks. A skill he never thought he’d need and didn’t know how to add to his resume without sounding like a smart-ass.

The chicken went after the food just like always. Bo gave it a minute to eat most of it, then quietly snuck up behind it, cupped his hands around its sides, and lifted.

The angry squawk the chicken let out pierced Bo’s eardrums and its legs worked as if trying to walk on air. Bo held on tighter as the bird struggled in his grip. He made tracks for the gate, where Sam was oh-so-helpfully holding it open. The sight of him standing there all tall and perfect jolted Bo and had him fumbling the chicken. A wing got loose and flapped in Bo’s face.

Bo thought he heard a chuckle, but when he looked at Sam around the feathers in his face, the man was as stony as ever. Was that a hint of laughter in Sam’s eyes? No. The man didn’t know how to laugh. Drawing his shoulders back, head high, Bo stalked past him and—

“Don’t forget to fix your fence,” Sam said.

Before Bo even had a chance to reply, the gate slammed at his back.


Author Bio

Amy started writing on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class was forced to stay inside for recess. Tales of adventures with her classmates quickly morphed into tales of adventures with the characters in her head. Based in the suburbs of Toronto, Amy is a marketer at a large environmental non-profit in Toronto by day, and a writer by night. Book enthusiast, animal lover and (very) amateur photographer, Amy's interests are many and varied, including travelling, astronomy, ecology, and baking.


Amy loves connecting with readers! You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Tumblr, and Twitter or sign up for her infrequent newsletter at www.amyaislin.com/signup